Burrow

The Burrow was alive with chaos, relief, and a touch of lingering tension as everyone finally regrouped. The kitchen was buzzing with chatter, with Molly Weasley bustling around offering cups of tea and bandages, her maternal instincts in full force.

Fred: [grinning, nursing a small burn] "Did you see the look on that Death Eater's face when I sent that firework straight at his rear?"

George: [laughing] "I thought you were aiming for his head!"

Fred: [mockingly] "Details, George. The important thing is, I got him running faster than a Hippogriff on that muggle espresso."

Harry snorted into his tea, her face flushed from the adrenaline of the night. Ron, on the other hand, was still pale, his mind racing with questions.

Ron: [shaking his head] "But who was it? That figure... he was taking Death Eaters down like they were nothing!"

Harry: [musing] "Whoever it was, they saved a lot of us tonight. You saw how he out of nowhere, didn't you?"

Ron: "Yeah, but it was mental! The way he was moving, casting spells left and right. It wasn't normal. he doesn't have a wand."

Hermione sat quietly in the corner, her hands wrapped around a mug of tea. She wasn't speaking, her eyes unfocused as she replayed the night's events in her mind. She had a gnawing suspicion she knew who the mysterious figure was, but the thought made her stomach churn. Could it really be him?

Meanwhile, across the room, the Order members were deep in conversation. Moody, Sirius, and Lupin sat at the far end of the table, their tones low but intense.

Moody: [gruffly] "Whoever that was, he is not just any wizard. The prediction, the spells—it was like he was ten steps ahead of the Death Eaters."

Sirius: [nodding, his expression grim] "He has power. Serious power. And that trick with the electricity? I've never seen anything like it."

Lupin: "Not just power, but precision. He was holding off multiple Death Eaters at once, buying everyone time to escape."

Moody: [smirking] "You sound impressed, Lupin."

Lupin: [shrugging] "I am. But I'm also concerned. "

Sirius leaned back, his eyes narrowing as he thought.

Sirius: "He saved Harry and the rest of us. That's enough for me right now. But yeah, I'd like to shake his hand—or at least buy them a drink."

Over by the fireplace, Harry was recounting his part of the night to Ron, his hands animated as he described Voldemort's sudden appearance.

Harry: [excitedly] "And then there was this figure—this man, or whatever he is—he just appeared! Voldemort turned to him like he knew him, and they went at it. and he didn't back down for a second."

Hagrid: [wide-eyed] "Yer tellin' me this bloke stood toe-to-toe with You-Know-Who?"

Harry: [nodding] "Yeah! And he absorbed electricity. I've never seen anything like it."

Hagrid leaned back in his chair, shaking his head in disbelief.

Hagrid: "Blimey, Harry. Sounds like yer guardian angel's got a taste for the dramatic."

As the room's energy began to settle, Ron turned to Hermione, his brow furrowed.

Ron: "You've been quiet, Hermione. What do you think?"

Hermione: [hesitating] "I... I don't know, Ron. But whoever they were, they knew what they were doing. "

Ron: [narrowing his eyes] "You sound like you've got an idea who it might be."

Hermione: [avoiding his gaze] "I... it's just a feeling. I hope I'm wrong."

Ginny, overhearing, leaned closer.

Ginny: "If you think you know, Hermione, you should say something."

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The Burrow had barely settled from its earlier chaos when a deafening CRACKLE of thunder echoed through the air, drawing everyone's attention. Wands were drawn in an instant as the group moved cautiously outside, the protective wards shimmering faintly in the moonlight.

Standing just beyond the threshold was a figure clad in a sleek blue and white spandex suit, lightning patterns streaking across the fabric. The very sight of him sent a ripple of tension and awe through the gathered crowd.

Lupin: [raising his wand, his voice cautious] "Who are you?"

Jason: [his voice carrying a confident calm] "You seem hellbent on knowing that, Professor."

With deliberate slowness, the figure reached up and removed his mask. A collective gasp swept through the group as Jason's familiar face was revealed beneath.

Ron: [staring, wide-eyed, as though he'd seen a ghost] "Bloody hell... it's Jason."

George: [grinning, nudging Fred] "Of course, it's Jason. Now give me my 5 galleon."

Fred: [mocking but impressed] "And tight. Mate, how do you breathe in that?"

Lupin: [lowering his wand but not his suspicion] "Jason Bourne. You've been busy."

Jason: [nodding towards Arthur] "So... can I step inside, or do I camp out here in this glorious suit?"

Arthur: [chuckling, already opening the wards] "Of course, Jason, boy. Come in before you give Molly a heart attack."

The group parted as Jason entered through the now-open shield. His calm confidence seemed to radiate from him, but he was also clearly tired—his sharp eyes darting to every familiar face, gauging their reactions.

Jason: [with a slight grin] "Hello, everyone. Long time no see."

Harry: [smirking, unable to hold back] "What's with the suit? Did you get tired of robes?"

George: "Looks cool, though. Very... dramatic."

Fred: [grinning] "But tight. Very tight. Does it chafe?"

Ron: [his voice incredulous] "How were you fighting in that?!"

Jason: [raising a hand for silence] "Calm down, one question at a time. I'll explain everything. But first..." [his gaze shifted, softening slightly] "I need to talk to someone."

The group followed his line of sight to Hermione, standing near the entrance of the house. Her arms were crossed, her wand in hand, and her expression was nothing short of furious. The adults, sensing the tension, exchanged knowing glances.

Lupin: [to Sirius] "This looks personal."

Sirius: [grinning] "Oh, it definitely is."

Arthur: "Let's give them some space, shall we?"

Harry and Ron, catching the drift, quickly darted inside behind the adults, leaving Jason and Hermione standing in the open, the tension thick between them.

Jason: [taking a cautious step forward, a sheepish smile on his face] "Hey, Hermione."

Hermione: [voice icy, fists clenched] "That's what you're going to say? After months of no contact? No explanation? Just 'Hey, Hermione'?"

Before Jason could answer, Hermione stormed toward him and began hitting him on the chest—not with magic but with her fists, her anger spilling out.

Hermione: "You absolute ass, Jason Bourne! You leave for months, no letters, no nothing, and then you just show up in some ridiculous suit "

Jason: [trying to block her half-hearted punches] "I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"

Finally, she stepped back, tears welling in her eyes, and raised her wand. Before Jason could react, she cast a knockback jinx, sending him skidding a few feet.

Jason: [groaning, brushing himself off] "Okay... I deserved that."

Hermione: [her voice breaking] "You absolute git! You don't get to disappear like that. You don't get to make me worry every bloody day if you're alive or not!"

Jason stepped forward cautiously, his tone softer.

Jason: "I had to, Hermione. ."

Hermione's wand lowered slightly, but her glare didn't waver.

Hermione: "You'd better explain everything. And I mean everything, Jason Bourne. Or I swear, I'll hex you into next week."

Jason smiled faintly, his usual charm shining through the weariness.

Jason: "I promise. But can we start with... how good it is to see you again?"

Hermione huffed but didn't respond, instead turning and walking toward the house. Jason followed, bracing himself for what he knew would be a very long night of explanations. Behind them, Fred and George peeked from the doorway, their grins wide.

Fred: "Now that's what you call a reunion."

George: "Think she'll hex him again?"

Fred: "Wouldn't bet against it."